That line, your lip
Every moment of my mind
traces every shift
of that line by your lip.
I study Chaucer
thinking on that time at work
you grabbed me.
My hand that is,
my fingers exactly.
I moved my eyes quickly to the floor
I'm sure it was intentional.
Was it intentional?
Chaucer ...
Is that really what you meant?
He says your gay
... and you told me
Chaucer
I love that shift
that line ...
Your lip.
Poem: © 2006 Ashley Wolpert Miller
Photo credit: © Jchizhe / Adobe Stock